Lyrics:
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
Don't you despair 'cause your
Fantasy life is nowhere
Under my care you'll be
Back in the pink
Drunk without a drink
Tunnel down in soft silk
a gal by the cut of her clothes
And I'll stand out in buttons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love you
neighbor!
Overseas like roaming seven continents and planes
Lay my fro and wrapped silk, like halos around my brain
Address me by my alias you know my fucking
Silk Paper
© W. Flür August 1998
whispering lips - a woman in black
pious glances at my pious prayer book
rustling silk skirt, very nearby
made
They're travelling as they've
Always travelled by night wrapped in silk
Colours woven by the moon
The children sleep in the cool
Whispers of movement
this July is leaving soon
There's a man in starry silk pyjamas waiting by the moon
cnd I'm never running back to you
When your mood tells me too
bound up in silk of green
"O what ill chance hath befallen here
With the rising of the sun
For I have slain what I most have loved
By mine own hand it
in
No silks of gold no gown of green
But she had a penknife sharp and keen
Down by the greenwood side
And she didn't care how much it hurt
Low
see their shadows, they’re out of time
Walk side by side in line and flank them by the waters edge
And turn their line into an open port of punishment
I don't wanna die today
But you make me feel like I wanna die today
Put me in my feels I can heal by getting high today
I just wanna die every time I
be framed
I get up
Everytime you think I'm falling
I get by
Every single time
Don't bury the hatchet
Because it has no deep desire
Just need
like lava
Check my inner chakras, phantom of the opera
Lost my way, could you help by chance, hall of fame, in my plans
Real white, not them Xans , kill
Cubans and them Haitians in Miami with the yayo mix of different races americano and chileno bodies in the bay been getting bodied by the Draco tuna
the lights get low, be my shadow
I know she gon' milk this like cattle
Get the finest silk, not no cater-
Pillars might get built, prep for battle
Heavy metal,
a gal by the cut of her clothes
And I'll stand out in buttons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love you
a gal by the cut of her clothes
And I'll stand out in buttons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love you
it(wrapped it)
Come on lets bury the hatchet(hatchet)
Whenever they tried they flopped it(flopped it)
Whatever I want I can get it(get it)
I'm calling no opps
blue gown,
When I first wandered down into town,
I was so proud inside,
As I felt every eye,
And in every shop window I primped, passing by
this July is leaving soon
There's a man in starry silk pyjamas waiting by the moon
cnd I'm never running back to you
When your mood tells me too
that's what I like
That's what I like sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that's what I like
That's what I like
Heat the gas to ignite that hate
We the by the fireplace
See the ash and revive that pain
Me and Shaggs gon' annihilate
Dilate, we cannibals, famished
the rats and moles
Hang a horseshoe up over the door
Lay pinewood planks all over the floor
I'll be out in the rushes and reeds
Where the banks by the water
her in silk ever since she dripped out
Put blue diamonds on her neck just like she Cripped out
And I know your friends be in our business, tell them
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